After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 86
After Song Zhiyi got into Lu Yiwen's car, he realized that Lu Yiwen's face was covered tightly by him.

She frowned and took off the peaked cap on his head.

Seeing that Lu Yiwen's forehead was sweating unavoidably.

And because the car has been exposed to the sun for too long, even with the air conditioner turned on, the temperature inside the car is still hot.

"Why are you still wearing a hat now?" Song Zhiyi asked, taking off the mask on the man's face.

Seeing the sweat on his face, Song Zhiyi felt a little distressed.

He took out a tissue from the bag, and out of a subconscious reaction, she almost didn't think about it, and took it to wipe Lu Yiwen's sweat.

It wasn't until after wiping that she realized that she had thought of helping him wipe his sweat before, but she didn't expect it to actually come true now.

It's justifiable, as a girlfriend, it's based on the fact that she likes him and he likes him.

But Lu Yiwen grabbed her hand, instead of starting the car, he stopped her in time:

"Don't rub it, just go home and wash it."

He is sweating now, he doesn't want Song Zhiyi to get so close.

Song Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, she remembered that Lu Yiwen told Qiu Muyan that he didn't like being touched by others.

She pursed her lips and withdrew her hand resentfully. He might also mind touching her body.

Speechless all the way, Lu Yiwen got out of the car first, opened the car door and took Song Zhiyi's hand: "Go home."

Song Zhiyi followed him back home, and found that his home was a little different from before.

The surrounding walls seem to have been repainted, and the previous gray has become the most common white.

Even the pattern on the ceiling has been changed.

"Lu Yiwen, why is your house different?" Song Zhiyi looked at it again and asked.

"Oh, it was stained before, so I asked someone to redo it." Lu Yiwen's tone was flat, because the wall was pasted with balloons before, leaving many marks.

He couldn't understand it, so he asked someone to deal with it.

He poured a glass of water and handed it to Song Zhiyi.

This house is not like Song Zhiyi's room, it has all the furniture, decorations, and snacks, and the only thing that can be used to greet her here is a glass of boiled water.

"Are you hungry? Order a takeaway, what do you want to eat?" He doesn't know how to cook, and originally wanted to take Song Zhiyi out to eat, but Song Zhiyi wanted to come back to eat, so now he can only order takeaway.

"Let me make it for you!" Song Zhiyi volunteered.

"There are no ingredients at home, let's make it later." Lu Yi smelled the refrigerator as if it was a decoration.

"My family has..." Song Zhiyi had just finished speaking, thinking that he had been busy with the piano competition for the past few days, hadn't been to the supermarket for many days, and the refrigerator had already been emptied.

"Forget it, let's order takeaway." Because he felt that Lu Yiwen was not interested, Song Zhiyi no longer insisted: "Anything is fine, I am not picky."

She watched Lu Yiwen turn on her phone and stood there for a few minutes to place an order.

"Okay, we'll be there in about half an hour." Lu Yiwen took two steps in her direction, and suddenly thought of something, and stopped:

"Wait for me for a while, I'll take a shower."

"En." Song Zhiyi replied with a listless voice.

Does Lu Yiwen really mind that she just...

Soon, there was the sound of water in the bathroom.Song Zhiyi was a little bored and wandered around.

When I walked to the balcony, I found the jasmine plant.

The flowering period is almost over, and now there are only a few flowers left on the branches.

Just as she was about to lean over and smell it, she suddenly felt a force in her waist.

She almost couldn't help crying out.

"Lu Yiwen, have you finished washing?" Song Zhiyi calmed down.

Lu Yiwen hugged her from behind, with his hands on her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Hmm." The man's voice was low, and he gradually let go of his hand.

The next second, Song Zhiyi felt that she was hanging in the air, and Lu Yiwen actually picked her up.

"Lu Yiwen, what are you doing! Put me down." The man who was called out seemed not to hear him, and carried him directly onto the sofa in the living room.

Song Zhiyi was in his man's arms, and subconsciously wanted to wrap his arms around his neck, but thinking of his reaction just now, he could only hold his shirt tightly with his hands nervously.

He had just taken a shower, and he was wearing a pure white cotton T-shirt. Because he was so close, Song Zhiyi smelled the familiar and reassuring smell of him.

Lu Yiwen put her on the sofa, put his hands next to her ears, and leaned over.

The two looked at each other.

Song Zhiyi's body was stiff, and he could only pinch the fabric of his jacket tightly.

He leaned down as if to bow his head to kiss her.

Song Zhiyi let go of his hand, and before the kiss fell, he used his hand to block him.

She widened her eyes, pushed Lu Yiwen away, and quickly seized the opportunity to sit down on the sofa.

The piece of fabric that she grabbed just now was wrinkled out of shape.

"You, don't you like having physical contact with others?" Song Zhiyi faltered and didn't look at Lu Yiwen.

"Who told you?" Lu Yi was puzzled, he wished he could...

"You said it yourself!" Song Zhiyi glared at the man who didn't tell the truth, and said with reason: "Last time, you said it to Qiu Muyan!"

"Besides, I wiped your sweat for you just now, and I feel like every cell in you is repelling me." Song Zhiyi blinked, and her curled eyelashes drooped slowly as her mood sank.

"Song Zhiyi, are you stupid?" Lu Yiwen smiled, and took her hand, bringing the distance between them closer.

"You are different from Qiu Muyan, you are my girlfriend and the person I care about most."

"How could you be rejected?" Lu Yiwen said, putting Song Zhiyi's hand on his face to prove that Song Zhiyi's idea just now was wrong.

"It was because my face was covered with sweat that you didn't let you touch me..."

"Why are you not allowed to touch it if you're sweaty?" Song Zhiyi looked puzzled.

"Because it's dirty, idiot." Lu Yiwen couldn't help but squeeze Song Zhiyi's other hand.

"I don't dislike you." Song Zhiyi looked at Lu Yiwen seriously.

"You don't even know how satisfied I am to be by your side as your girlfriend."

"I've been thinking about it for...years..."

Before Song Zhiyi finished speaking, the man's big hand clasped the back of her head, and then kissed her.

His kiss was domineering and powerful, and Song Zhiyi felt dizzy from being kissed, as if she had accidentally fallen into deep water, and was about to lose her breath and drown in it.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Hello! Takeaway!"

Song Zhiyi seized this opportunity, stepped back a little, and distanced the two of them.

"Well, I'm going to get takeaway."

Lu Yiwen glanced at her blushing skin and red earlobes, and pushed her back to her position without thinking.

"Sit down and get ready to eat, I'll get it."

(End of this chapter)